Light and darkness; good and evil. They said those words to me long before I could ever understand them. 'He is cursed' they would say, 'He is the legendary silver kitsune with gold eyes. He is cursed' I was thrown out on to the streets at a young age to fend for myself. I nearly died twice.
Now people look upon me as a mirical, a kitsune who has passed many challenges. Their new lord, their hero. They call me Yoko Kurama…one of roses. They see me as their all mighty protector, yet I am cursed at the same time. My life is in the hands of those who care for me and love me. Do they see the darkness behind it all? Do they feel my pain? I suppose they don't.
It was a night so long ago now, yet haunts me to this day, my story, my life.
At the age of two, my parents threw me out for I resembled them little. A silver kitsune with gold eyes was not wanted in a black kitsune with blue eyes, home. With the knowledge that I had; I went to a forest near the town. It was dark and cold, as well as wet for it was raining. The rain fell upon my head as I looked for some shelter. My silver wars drooped from hunger and fear.
I finally found some a hollow tree that I could sleep in. I cuddle inside, missing the warmth of my mother's fur and the stroking of her hand on my hair. After a few tosses and turns, I fell into a nightmare sleep.
The rain must have stopped for the sun woke me up the next morning. For about ten years, I lied in those woods. Those damn woods, night after night, hunting for food, and cleaning my water. Fighting off demons that wanted my body.
Slowly I got stronger and weaker at the same time. I was skinnier than anyone you would ever see and I began to get some disease that need to be cured. This is what my life began out to be and you will here the rest of it as well.
"Look at the poor kitsune; he's gotten the death disease. He will die soon," said a bird demon. The demon began to poke at the kitsune laughing at him as well. Yoko growled at the demon who just continued to poke him.
"Maybe we should give him a choice, Brother."
"What kind of choice?" the crow asked his sister who was now treating Yoko's wounds.
"We could give him the cure for his illness and take him as our slave. He would give that bat demon some company, don't you think?" She asked her older brother. The crow looked down at the kitsune that was gasping for air, his pale face got paler and he closed his eyes, the kitsune was in pain.
The crow sighed deeply and looked at his begging sister. "I was hoping to watch him die but if you wish, he is yours." The male crow picked up the small fox and slowly walked off. His sister followed him knowing that he liked the fox more than he would admit.
You passed out in the crow's strong arms. He had no clue that his future held for him, all he know was that he was in serious pain. More pain than he thought he would ever feel.
At that time, I could have died if it weren't for Washi. She was kind to me, you see. She cared and loved me more than anything. At least I thought she did, nothing would ever prepare me for what she did to me.
It was midnight when Yoko woke; he was in a large bed, a warm bed. His body was cover in bloody bandages and he still couldn't move. He could breathe better than he could earlier but he didn't know where he was, or who did it to him.
As his eyes cleared up so did the room. A fire was lit in a corner of the room. As well did the large window in front of the bed. Curtains of crimson where tied back giving the room more light from the crescent moon and stars. The window gave a beautiful view of a large garden in the courtyard. He stared at it for a moment before he looked around the rest of the room.
His bed was made of cherry wood and the blankets were pure silk and cotton. His eyes traveled the room taking in the white furniture and then he stopped to stare at an eagle demon lying on the couch. She had brown hair with white streaks. She was beautiful and Yoko just couldn't take his eyes off her.
After a few minutes, she yawned, opening her beautiful golden eyes. Yoko was surprised to see golden eyes but it must have suited the type of bird she was. Yoko quickly closed his eyes hoping that she didn't see him awake, but she did and laughed to herself.
"Silly kitsune, you think you could fool me with that awful fake, 'I am asleep' routine? Your so much liked the other kitsunes." She smiled when he opened his eyes. She stretched showing a pair of feathery winds. He had never seen anyone like her in his life, thou he was only twelve.
The eagle demon walked over to him and pulled off his covers. The wind hit his damp bloody skin and he shivered. He looked at his body seeing more bloody bandages. So that is why I feel so ill. he thought as the girl backed away then turned leaving the fox to shiver in the giant room.
Yoko didn't' know how much time passed when his door opened and closed. He looked up hoping to see the eagle but found it to be the crow. Yoko stared at the crow who stared back sitting in a chair. Yoko growled at him feeling that something bad was going to happen. The crow just looked like a bad person and his face said more with the mask that cover the bottom half of it.
"Calm down kitsune, I am not here to hurt you. My sister Washi went to get you some medicine and told me to watch over you till she returned." The crow told the frightened kitsune. Yoko still didn't trust the crow demon.
That damn crow gave me a bad feeling every time he came in my room. He was excessively nice when his sister came by but he was always evil to me. It seems as if he was the main lord of the castle; for he treated people badly.
When Washi returned, the crow named Karasu left the room. I was glade to see the eagle for she was kind to me and never treated me wrong. If only she could have protected me better, then maybe I would still be at her house, and maybe she would be alive right now, alive and well.
Washi returned an hour or two later seeing Karasu standing by the fire, and Yoko was painting in the bed, he was frightened.
"Brother Karasu, you can leave now. I have returned." Washi said walking over to Yoko, "What did you do to the poor silver kitsune, he is frightened to death." Her voice was kind and soft.
"I only showed him who was boss. That is all." Karasu spoke in his harsh voice and walked out of the room. Washi began to unbandage Yoko's wounds then cleaned them. Yoko tensed up to her touch for the wet cloth stung him, but he relaxed after a while.
"Washi, what is your brother's job?" he asked as she put some creamy green stuff on his cuts and gashes.
"My brother is the lord of the castle. He does as he pleases, he doesn't have a job really." She spoke softly as if she knew something that she wasn't telling him. She began to bandage his wounds when she told more "Try not to get him mad, please, I don't know what he did when I left but it shouldn't happen again, I promise." She smiled at the kitsune. They seemed to be falling in love, but no one truly knew other than I.
Yoko looked away from Washi and scooted over. "Am I in your room?" He asked, his ears perked up, wondering what her response would be.
"Naturally, you are. I couldn't put you in the slave corridors, you would never heal down there. Brother doesn't like how I favor you, but I don't mind." Washi smiled and noticed that he moved away. "You can keep my bed till you heal, I kind of like the sofa over there, it is comfortable." Yoko frowned slightly, wishing he wasn't in her bed at the time.
"NO, please, I don't belong in a bed, I'm a kitsune," Yoko sighed looking at the eagle demon. She looked at him with a smile. "Please, don't sleep on the couch, demon nobles should sleep in their bed. Not me, I am now a slave; therefore, you should sleep in you won bed."
Washi smiled, "Your right because you're a slave you should sleep on the floor but I am not like most nobles."
"You need to sleep in your won bed!" Yoko yelled. Washi slapped him and he looked away.
"You're a slave, nothing more and I have decided that you sleep on the bed and I will sleep on the couch." She yelled at the kitsune. "And that is final."
Yoko nodded and closed hi eyes. Washi walked over to the couch and closed her eyes.
I couldn't sleep that night; I felt bad that she had to sleep on the couch. She insisted though and it bugged me that she had to sleep on the couch. I was sad that she kept me on that bed.
The bright sun woke Yoko the next morning; he was weak and couldn't move at all. He looked around to find Karasu sitting the chair once more. Yoko growled trying to sit up only to be forced back down on the bed.
"Stay down kitsune, we don't want you to get hurt now do we?" Karasu growled and Yoko stopped his movement. "Good, now who is in charge of this castle?"
"You, Lord Karasu." Yoko replied gasping for air.
"So then why did you growl at me just a few moments ago?" Karasu growled, now sitting on the poor kitsune.
"You startled me, Lord Karasu, forgive me." Yoko told him still trying to grasp the air in his lungs.
"You're forgiven but don't let it happen again. You understand me?"
"Yes, Lord Karasu." Yoko choked, looking away.
"Good." Karasu got off the kitsune as Washi walked in. "Sister, he will be in the slave chambers by noon tomorrow. You understand?"
"But..."
"Do you understand or not?" Karasu growled. Washi nodded and bowed as Karasu left the room.
Yoko finally caught his breath as Washi spoke, "He is so crew. Are you okay?" She asked putting a plate of food down on a table.
"Yea…I'm…fine." Yoko said closing his eyes in pain. "Just…can't breath." Yoko told his master. Washi sighed and grabbed some medicine. Yoko pulled away when she tried to give it to him.
"Come on kitsune, take the medicine, I don't want you to die." She growled. Yoko continued to struggle when Washi hit him hard on the face. "I said take the damn medicine!" Yoko opened his mouth and she gave him the medicine.
"Why do you help me, Washi? Why didn't you leave me in those woods to die?" Yoko asked closing his eyes. Washi sat beside him and stroked the silver kitsune's hair.
"Unlike my brother, Karasu, I care about others. You fascinated me though, your silver coat and golden eyes," she paused, "I fell in love with you the moment you growled at my brother. You were trying to fight my brother and your disease in your body, you're amazing." She said leaning over the kitsune.
"I'm noting more than an out cast in the world. You don't truly…"
"Don't say that." She interrupted him. "I do like you; you have a golden personality." She looked away and Yoko touched her hair.
"That means a lot to me; that you like me so but your brother doesn't. He is afraid that I may over power him. I could see it in his eyes." Yoko opened his eyes and looked into her eyes. His hand reached up and touched her lips. "Your took kind to me."
She laughed a bit and kissed the kitsune; he was confused at first then kissed her back. "I love you, kitsune." She spoke gently.
"And I do you." Yoko smiled at his new lover. She smiled back.
She was my first and only true love really. Don't tell Etelka though.
Even though I was her slave, she loved me more than anyone ever could. I will always remember my Washi.
That is it for chapter on. I hope you liked it. R&Rs please.